I'm off my rocker....
after having wet day dreams of how I ROCKED her...world.
Until I can make that a reality to behold, my hand with out hers.
My side with out her, my bed with out her...essence to make it whole...just feels cold.
She, makes me feel wanted.
She, and those giving ways from far away has me taunted.
She, is so tempted to be mine and I vis versa.
She, if given the chance would be ready to run the gauntlet of love with I....
This woman,
with heart on a cautious pedestal...only for who is deserving.
This woman,
illuminating Oshun chakra shots to my soul's 3rd eye...
...forcing it to cry lava tears of phoenix humility and humbleness.
This Woman,
who has left chain letter-choker melodies of memories impossible for me to abandon on writer's block...
doesn't understand or realize shadow emotions are hard to shake over time!
You....a summary of this man's anthology greatest love of all deserving of a Goddess possessed within you.
You, the redefinition of imperfectly perfect
with hairless mounds between thighs
my lips need to engulf,
tasting strawberry chocolate bliss from the heavens to get lifted on....
You, the 1 of a kind, tantric arrow cupid ever made...
I've been waiting seemingly centuries for his ass to finally
target my damn chest;
So "My better half" can slip from these lips like tongues malesting nipples passionately.
The words "Sane" and "Pain" are one in the same when it comes to her.
With feelings inside
that trend more than Nicki Minaj's ass injections on twitter.
For some years now,
a Rapture of poetic symphonies laid dorment beautifully plaguing the ready to cross line
of air and opportunity...
in the back my mind a foundation
in her slave to love and happiness heart plantation needs residing with mine...ASAP.
So how can the gesture of pleasure be denied/ignored
when she not so subtly plants a bed of interest
in the garden under my nose to get a whif of what potential smells like..?
Tells me, my uniqueness and comforting characteristics
touched that torchured male terrorized faith in true love...
...and good men,
is slowly regaining justified hope to exist;
She also happens to be aware of
some overlining intrigue of pursuite from my direction as well.
This woman...Like B McKnight said, "My pride always gets in the way.."
I should have begged you to stay.
Flipped the script on me, playing role of Donell Jones in his song, "Where I wanna be".
Left me to see...what good could come from self focus, and notice like a chocolate Lotus flower grow to a desired peak.
Meek woman,
with soul stirring factor to make a man like mine's aura need crutches from our first encounter...
Since I know the energy exuding would be so fucking crippling and indulge in every second of it.
There has always been an age old adage that suggests
the combination of lover and friend,
usually form relationships with endurance of longevity...
You are the type of woman to make that sound like an understatement.
Just survey any man with pulse you give mental and physical hard-ons to try to prove me wrong.
I'm no angel by far,(and neither are you)
which is why you possess the thoughts to bring the Scorpio devil out of me.;)
Though I guess I can blame fate, for the question in my head of
why the current state of "WE" isn't in a future yet to see...?
Now, at this point...I'm confused.
Bruised beyond the fact of,
why God would give me such a proximity mine residing below my rib cage...?
Just like my mother birthing my vessel of flesh, didn't ask for this damn it!
Its suppose to be me and one other designed to have as lover, confidant, under covers, never put no one above her.
It's suppose to be when a brotha gives with reciprocal tendancies,
when she does in kind, Karmic complexities and complications shouldn't return!
It wasn't suppose to be This woman,
in this mortal komabat game of love...
Scorpion spearing my being magnetic pulling me to "COME HERE!!"
To get caught up in a relm of content that won't leave me alone to this day...
It wasn't suppose to be this bandit from BK,
taking a risk to open chambers to you,
unlock thoughts to you, make room 4u....
and still feel as lost on my road 2 redemption with contents under pressure...
I was born with...of empathy and genorocity that has become
a curse and a blessing like this gift of verse;
burdened...
What form of unholy pain in a pastlife of desired joy was caused for myself
wanting to taste these 4 Bidden Fruits laying on my chest's plate...?
Was Lauren Hill right when saying, "It could all be so simple...but you'd rather make it hard."?
And feels like it applies so well to this scenario.
Heart feeling like a greedy fat kid hoe,
With no dough to buy its freedom from such a love pimp situation
anguish mixed in the frustration, have no right to complain and
find some way to stay true.....
TO BE CONTINUED....
Copyright Abraham "Honest Abe" Benjamin 2012
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